AFTER SEAN - PART 3
This story is fantasy. In fantasies safe sex is not necessary. In real life it is. I hope you enjoy this. Any comments or thoughts will be welcome on simonalone48@yahoo.co.uk
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Simon
I fumble for my keys to open my flat door. We all stumble through into the hallway and immediately Michael seizes my head and starts a passionate kiss. Our tongues are almost fencing with each other, attempting to fully explore the other's mouth. James releases my shorts and he pulls them to the floor. His right hand skilfully manipulates my cock, rubbing up and down its whole length. His left explores my arse, brushing my hole and gently making an entrance up to the first knuckle.
I am moaning. I am writhing in ecstasy. There is nothing I want more than these two guys in me at both ends, but suddenly all this attention stops and James says, `It's still hot. Let's rest for a bit.'
Michael eagerly agrees, me more reluctantly. Pausing only to remove our shoes, we go into the living room. They sit on the sofa and I offer them something to drink.
`Beer, wine, tea, coffee, water?' I ask.
We all choose water. I go to the water cooler, fill three glasses, put them on a tray and return to the living room. Michael is still on the sofa, but I don't see James. Suddenly I am aware of him approaching me from behind the door. He stands close behind me. His arms encircle my waist and he draws me to him. I am still holding the tray and, not wanting to drop it or spill anything, I stand there, unable to resist as he teasingly rubs his erect penis between my arse cheeks -- he has taken off his shorts -- and slowly wanks my cock. Meanwhile Michael is sitting on the sofa, smiling at my predicament.
My breathing becomes ragged with the passion of the moment. I grind my arse back to meet James's cock. Then Michael says, `Hey, guys, I'm dying of thirst here. Is there any chance of some of that water?'
James and I move apart. With a glass each we all sit on the sofa, again with me between them. We all drink and I rest my cold glass against my cock and balls in an attempt to reduce my sexual excitement. I am aware that the others are following my example.
A mischievous thought occurs to me. Michael,' I say, you still have your shorts on. You are definitely overdressed. And, besides, I haven't seen your cock yet. I would like to see what will soon be inside me.'
He stands right in front of me and begins a series of erotic movements, moving his hips from side to side, thrusting them forward until the bulge in his shorts is only an inch or two away from my face. I find myself leaning forward, hoping to lick, maybe suck, that enticing bulge, but he moves back half a step. His thumbs tuck into the waistband. He lowers the left side of the shorts a couple of inches, then the right side. He lifts them again, still gyrating suggestively. He turns round and lowers the back of his shorts, partially revealing his crack and he pushes his arse towards me, all the while moving erotically. He repeats the whole dance again and again, each time revealing more of his hidden parts.
He lowers both sides of his shorts and I see the thick root of his penis. The shorts are pushing his erection to point at the floor. His pubes are neatly trimmed. Nice. Suddenly he pushes his shorts to the floor and a massive cock, long and thick, slaps against his abs.
I reach forward to touch it, to lick it, to attempt to take the whole massive thing deep into my throat and this time he does not draw back. I drop to my knees in front of him. I lick his whole length from his low-hanging balls and up to the very tip of his cock-head.
I am aware that James has moved up behind me. He lifts my hips. He has found some lube and is massaging it around my arse and hole. Now a finger enters me and works my hole gently, then a second and then a third. A pause. Then his cock is exploring my entrance. I relax my arse muscles to make his entry easier.
All the while I am licking all along Michael's cock. When I reach his head I run my tongue right around it. I suck. My lips engulf it. I push down and his silky rigidity fills my mouth.
Michael grasps my head gently but firmly as he pushes into my throat. I manage to suppress my gag reflex and he fully enters me. My nose is pressed against his pubes. At the same time James is pushing past my sphincter and driving ever deeper.
Michael releases my head and I lean slightly back to gasp for breath before he plunges forward again. These two guys know what they are doing! They set up a synchronous rhythm. They ram into me at the same time; they withdraw slightly at the same time. Then James grasps my throbbing cock and each time they drive into me, he pulls back my foreskin hard and holds it back. I think there must be a lake of my precum on the carpet, but that is a problem for later.
Time stops. I have no idea how long they have been using me. It is heaven. I feel full of bliss. Nothing has any reality except the pleasure flowing through my arse, the massive dick ploughing my throat and my own throbbing member. Now, I forget my arse and throat. My own cock fills my consciousness. Nothing but exists but the pleasure, the ecstasy that I am feeling now.
This is what I want: sex in its purest form. Sex without strings. Sex without guilt. Sex without emotional entanglement.
I am now aware that they have stopped. I have collapsed on the floor. I feel my cool precum on the floor against my stomach. My breathing is calming and returning to normal. Looking around, I see them sitting on the sofa again. I smile and they smile back.
It is definitely time for a rest. I need it. Judging from the perspiration on their faces and bodies, they need it too. I struggle to my feet to fetch more water and this time I am able to put the tray down without being attacked from behind.
`Guys, I needed that. I've never been spit roasted before. It was amazing. I was completely out of it -- totally unaware of anything but my dick. Did you cum?'
No,' replied James. We thought we'd save that for later when we will hopefully all cum together.'
I realise that I haven't cum either. I smile with the promise that there is more to come later.
I fetch some towels for us. They look as though they need one! Wiping the lube from my arse, I join them on the sofa, again sitting between them. We are all exhausted. I relax. They do too. James rests his head on my shoulder and closes his eyes. Michael places his right hand on my cock in a rather proprietorial way and he, too, closes his eyes. I lean against the back of the sofa and relax, enjoying the aftermath of sex and the stress-free presence of two relative strangers with whom I have shared my body.
I rouse slowly from my doze. Michael is alert and fondling my balls. I don't think James has stirred. Michael's dick is rising again and mine joins it. Michael leans across me and pulls on James's balls. He splutters awake. When he looks around and sees us, he leaps up and shouts, `Round two?'
Michael and I nod our agreement. I suggest that we might be more comfortable in my bedroom and we make our way there, with Michael guiding me along by the balls.
They suggest that I lie down on my back across the bed with my legs hanging down at the side.
Michael looks me in the eye and says very seriously, `For round two, I want you to promise not to touch your dick. We are here to use you, but I don't think we'll abuse you, if you follow some very easy instructions. They are: one, don't touch your dick, and two, relax and let things happen. Can you do that?'
`Given what happened before, I am very happy to agree,' I smile.
Now Michael moves to my arse and James climbs on to the bed. He leans forward and teases my lips with his growing cock. I lick my lips and then his cock-head. Michael liberally lubes his cock and my hole, which hasn't fully recovered from James's ministrations earlier on.
Together they both enter me. Michael's cock is thicker and longer than his partner's and I wince from the pain as he thrusts forward deep inside me. I cannot shout out as James has his member right down my throat. I look up and see them lean forward and kiss each other right above me. Such a horny sight! Remembering my instructions I do not touch my obscenely enlarged penis. I decide to close my eyes and let things happen.
And they are definitely happening! Michael is ploughing into my arse with no concern for me. He is seeking solely his own pleasure and satisfaction. I am a piece of meat that he is using. But that doesn't prevent the waves of pleasure I receive each time he strikes my prostate. My cock is throbbing. I can feel pools of precum drying on my abs. James is pounding my throat. I attempt to gasp some air into my lungs when he withdraws from time to time to allow me some respite.
After some time I open my eyes and see them kissing again. Or still? I have no way of knowing. My cock is getting painful. I can hear the guys' breathing becoming ragged. Someone (Michael?) grasps my cock and squeezes my balls. There is pain, but also great pleasure coming in waves from my groin area.
There is gasping and moaning. Is it me or them? Or all three of us? I don't know.
Michael strokes my cock hard and fast, still squeezing my balls. James has broken his rhythm and is pounding my throat. Michael speeds up in my arse and on my cock. They both scream out an unintelligible, animal cry and I feel my throat filled with cock and cum, while Michael pumps his seed deep inside me. The stimulation is too much for me to control. I cum and cum and cum.
I must have passed out. I open my eyes and discover James and Michael collapsed head to toe beside me on the bed. I lie back, totally satiated and fulfilled. Eventually I am aware that the guys are stirring. We smile at each other.
They thank me for a night to remember, saying that they had to find their car and go home.
`Do you want to stay? I do a savage breakfast,' I offer.
Sadly, no,' replies Michael. We have an early start tomorrow -- lunch with my mother and we need to get home and find something decent to wear. These shorts are definitely not what she will expect.'
Sadly I watch them put on their shorts and leave my flat.
And then I realise that I have arrived at my destination. Sean is history.